The Yukon Sun (Yukon, Okla.), Vol. 23, No. 43, Ed. 1 Friday, October 1, 1915 Page: 4 of 8
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THE YUKON SUN
A MONTH TOO EARLY
By DEAN CARRUTHERS.
Cicely Meredith reread the letter
from the manager of the Pebble Beach
hotel. It informed her that her appli-
cation for a position as hotel stenog-
rapher had been accepted and that the
salary would be sixty dollars a month
with board.
"Please report for duty May 10," it
ended.
The Pebbleton station was perched
on a rise ol ground and from it a road
slanted down to the sea. There was
a board walk along tlu> beach and
several great caravansaries lifted theii
bulk above the high water mark.
"1 want to go to the Pebble fleach
hotel," explained Cicely to the station
master "Isn't there a stage or a cab
to take me there?"
He shook his head
"You can walk it easy, mlfs. It's
that last hote l on your right. There,
hear that thumb r. You better wait
here or run."
"I'll run," said Cicely as sho scurried
down the road
She hated thunderstorms and so she
fled before this one like a thing pos-
sessed of great fear. It was with
shortened breath and throbbing heart
that she reached the last hotel and
ran up on the broad piazza.
A jagged flash of lightning streaked
the gray sky to the horizon.
"Mercy!" panted (Mealy, her hand
on the front door knob Hut It refused
to yield to her touch, so she hurried
around to the western wing of the
hotel and discovered another door.
The door was slightly alar and she
pushed it wide and t.'ien closed it.
She found herself in n small office,
desolate and unt ■ anted. The closed
desks and the safe were covered with
last year's du:;t Tlinre vns n curious
feeling of loneliness about the place
that frightened her.
"In anyone here"" nuked Cicely
Put another crash of thunder shook
the building. "Oh, dear;" she cried,
in a panic of fear; "what shall I do?"
While she quivered there, she heard
another sound—a sound of footsteps
echoing through empty rooms.
She opened one of the desk draw-
ers and groped in its dark interior.
Her lingers closed on something cold
and hard. It was a revolver. A feel
ing of security stiffened her courage.
And then the door opened and closed
again and unother presence entered
the hall.
The man stared at her In open-eyed
amazement lie was young and trim
with a dark, dean-cut face, fine eyes
and u humorous mouth.
"I—I'll shoot!" sho threatened in a
small voice.
"Please don't," he said lightly.
Then she added menacingly, "It'H
loaded."
"Then don't point It nt me," he said
sternly "Don't ! • frightened. 1 be-
lieve you're the very person I'm look-
ing for. Are you Miss Meredith?"
"Yes," said Cicely, lowering the gun
"I'm Harry Charlson," he explained
"My father's been away from his of-
fice for a week and just returned this
morning. On looking over his mail,
he found your letter saying that you
would report for duty here on the 15th
of May. You aro a month ahead of
time and so father sent nie down post
haste to bring you back The car-
penters and cleaners aro In charge at
present ami some of tin in aro rather
rough characters. We were worried
about you."
"lint," protested Cicely, "Mr Charl-
son's letter distinctly stated May 15
Mother and I wondered about It." Sho
took the letti r from her bag and gave
It to him.
"It's one on dad all right." he
grinned "lie meant June 15. When
I couldn't find you I supposed you'd
discovered your mistake and gone
home I was going around by the sta-
tion to Inquire I came down In my
motor Where were you hiding?"
Cicely explained her adventures dur-
ing the last hour and then together
they lift the hotel, young Charlson
locking the door carefully after thetn
At the foot of the steps a great mo-
tor car was purring "You will allow
mo to drive you back to town?" he
asked.
"I really should take n train," ex
plained Cicely "We have given up
our flat and mother l < staying at my
grandmother's In Llndenuood "
"1,1 mi eli wood? Oil Hint's on the
north side about opposite Pebbleton
We'll take the cross-island road and
make It i'i a couple of hours "
During that two hours' ride across
the rain-drenched Island ho told her
that he expected to spend the summer
In Europe After that ho was to take
his father's placc nr. mr.nager of the
Pebble Peach hi suinnn rtlme and of
their Florida hotel in winter.
He left her at her grandmother's
gate, and with a pressure of the hand
he was gone. Ho motored over oc-
casionally to give Cicely news of the
progress of repairs at Pebbleton and
one day he said he 1i d decided to act :
as clerk at the Pebble Beach that
summer
"Put I thought you were gclng to
Europe," protested Cicely
' That can wait," he said slowly A
flush came Into his dark face "1 11
save It for a wedding trip—some day
"Oh!" said Cicely and changed the
subject; but his words rang in liei
ears The memory of his look thrilled
her heart; she only knew that the
summer was to be a dream of joy i'
he was to spend It with her, and he
yond the summer she would not lo
(Copyright, by til' Ml I'lua *I v. j a.
per Syndicate.)
PENNSYLVANIA PETE
By LEIGH CURTIS.
FOR DAN'S OEM SAKE
By ELINOR SATES.
Sheriff Hecker'B daughter peered
Into his office and, finding him deep
Hlldreth-Chesley was all agog over
the charms, the wealth, the clothes of
In discussion with a dozen keen-faced ! a newcomer, Mrs. Ituel Latran, who
men, went on her way without Inter-
rupting him.
Anne paused and read the notice
recently nailed to the door of the
theriff s ollice:
500 REWARD
For the capture of Peter Emmons,
alias "Pennsylvania Pete," escaped
from Draynor state prison Friday
night, ,1 une 4. Height 5 feet 10
lnclr s; fair complexion, blue eyes.
Anno read no further there was a
scraping of chairs on the boards
within and she fiew around to tlio
tree where her horse was tied. In
a moment she was galloping down the
trail toward I.ost river.
Lost river was a busy, rushing little
stream. Anne took her sketching block
from the saddle bags and sat down
against a huge bowlder. There were
several of these bowlders heaped
roughly together and half concealed
by ragged mesquite
"Don't be frightened," said a man's
voice at her ear. "I wonder If you
happen to have any whisky or any-
thing—"
Pale faced, her heart beating liko
a triphammer, Anne stared down Into
the mesquite beside her.
All she could see was a man's white
face. His eyes were closed—he had
fainted while speaking to her.
With a hand on her heart she parted
the bushes and saw that he was falr-
halred and sunburned, nnd- yes—quite
desperate looking.
And In that moment came the flat-
ter of hoofs as the posse reached
Lost river in search of Pennsylvania
Pete.
Her father's angry voice hailed her.
"What In blazes are you doing down
here, Anne?" he called. "Get back
home at once. This Is no place for
you."
"Very well, dad," said Anne calmly.
"Have you got your gun?" demanded
the sheriff, anxiously.
Anno produced the efficient little au-
tomatic weapon.
But she did not rise until the sheriff
and Ills posse had disappeared in'Ixist
River canyon and all sounds had
•itillcd Then she looked down at the
face and saw that It was turned to-
ward her. The man had regained con-
sciousness
"I will give you some whisky," said
Anne, in a low tone, and she brought
a small flask from her saddle bags.
"I am Anne Meeker, the sheriff's
daughter "
"The sheriff's daughter! Thank you.
Miss Hecker And w ho am I, please?"
"Your description Is posted all over
The county," said Anne, "and I am a
criminal because 1 am helping you to
escape."
"Who am I?" he Insisted.
"Pennsylvania Pete," she replied Im-
patiently.
"Am I?" ho asked curiously. "Do
you remember the description?"
"Sonic of It-—five feet ten Inches,
blue eyes Why, your eyes are brown!"
she exclaimed, excitedly.
"Exactly."
"Then you can't be Pennsylvania
Pete!"
"Hardly—but I wish I were!"
"Why?"
"I wouldn't be lying helpless here
with tills ankle."
"Oh, I forgot! You must think me
cruel to neglect you 1 will rub some
of this whisky on It—so—and, have
you a handkerchief" thanks. There,
that is an Improvised bandage Now
will you try to get on my horse? I
will lead you to my father's house."
Tills was a test of Ills sincerity.
No outlaw would willingly visit
Sheriff Hecker.
There was much excitement when
Anne came tolling up the trail leading
her horse, on which sat the drooping
stranger.
The sheriff and his posse had re-
turned after a futile el: e and their ;
first glimpse of Anno and her com-
panlon sent them whooping to meet
her.
I declare If she hasn't caught
him'" yelled Hen Ix>pi r
"Don't be silly." said Anne coolly.
"I found tills gentlmnn suffering from
a sprained ankle Vafher, will you
help him Into the house? Hen, please
telephone for the doctor "
Open mouthed they obeyed tier com-
mands.
Sheriff Hrcker had a brief conversa-
tion with the stranger and came grin
nlng into the next room where Nan
was heating a can of broth for tho
new comer
"Who do you suppose that Is'" He
nodded over his shoulder
"Pensylvanla Pete after all''" she
gasped
"Not on your life It's the governor."
"Governor?"
"Governor of the state—been stay
Ing at Frolmr's ranch; got lost on the
range; had an accident He's go'
papers to prove his identity, and I re
member Ills face now I voted for
him lust fall. Hustle along the beef
tea. honey."
The young governor h?.s a favorite
story which he often tells
Sometimes he begins, "Once, when 1
was a desperate outlaw ' but more
often he says, "Once upon a time
when I was Pennsylvania l'ete I met
my wife and fell In love with her at
first sight.'
And the real Pennsylvania Pete*
He never eame back
(Copyright. ]:• McClure .Nvwap4-
Dor Syndicate.)
had taken the Farms under rather a
long lease—Green Farms, to be exact,
the show place of the colony. Who-
ever lived in It must have mon y,
also social sponsors; also, beyond all,
personality.
You see, Olney, who owned the
Farms, although tired of the place,
yet held It in a certain petulant re-
gard, which made liim exacting as to
possible tenants.
The which is Illuminating—both as
to owner and new tenant. Olney had
i never seen her, but what he had
j heard from a mutual acquaintance so
prepossessed him In her favor that
Ills Inquiries had not gone beyond her
bank account.
The colony, of course, swarmed In
welcome to her. That she was dia
tlnctly new was all in her favor. A
vague haze ol' romance enshroudec
her past.
No armor Is so impenetrable as a
casual frankness that scouts ihe
nuino of secrets. Mrs. Latran was
amazingly frank—even about her age.
Twenty-nine she gave herself out tc
be, sighing that it was so near to
thirty and waving away consoling
speech that she hardly looked twenty-
live. Further, sho spoke of her col-
lege, of her native country, touching
very lightly on the fact that she was
the last of her race. Oddly, she did
not think ever to mention the family
name, but there was no tripping her,
even if anybody had tried it, over
country sights and sounds, and habits
of mind.
It was even odder—women took to
her amazingly. As Teeny Ware put
It, sho was the best sort of good fel-
low.
Olney, who came down in August,
laughed over the saying. His com-
hig was a surprise. Of course, he did
not go to the Farms, but he did meet
the mistress of it many times. Also,
ho studied her Intently—a thing he
had rarely doue for any woman.
Notwithstanding, they got on nd-
admirably. She apparently ignored
the challenge of his scrutiny and was
gay and cordial as with all the rest.
So there was really scant warrant for
his saying to her at the end of a fort-
night, "Madam, whatever the game is
henceforth you must count me In."
"Not yet. It would spoil—every-
thing," she answered, and it was
amazing what mirth and mockery
j danced over her eyes and mouth. "I
I dare not even let my whole self In,"
| she ran on. "The experiment is as
gorgeous as a soap bubble—and as
easily broken."
"I won't break It." Olney answered,
kindly. "Tell ine by little. As, for
Instance, isn't Dan Langton the orig-
inal first cause of It?"
"You are his best friend?" she'par
ried.
Olney nodded, but said quickly: "I
come next to you. No—he hasn't
said so outright but when lie talked
of you the very first time—I knew."
"So that's why you let me come
here." she said, smiling and nodding.
"And I have believed it was all my
wonderful man of business. Say!
What did ho tell you?"
"Nothing—had no chance," Olney
answered tranquilly. Then, dropping
to a plaintive key: "Please remember
I've a weak heart—can't stand this
strain of curiosity. Tell me and I'll
never tell anybody—but Dan."
"You mean—about the experi-
ment?" she asked.
Olney smiled a "Yes." She went
in quickly, as though fearing to lose
courage: "The experiment is—to see
If a bookmade woman can held her
own with—the other sort."
"Explain! This Is all Sanskrit to
me," Olney exploded.
She drew a deep breath and hur-
ried on: "My mother was a cook, my
father a day laborer. He died when
I was five, and when I was fifteen my
mother followed him. Then old Huel
Latran, for whom she had worked all
my iife, a cripple and blind, married
me—to save me. He made a will
giving me everything. For seven
years I was eyes, hands, feet to him,
never stirring from the house except
for walks while he slept. 1 don't
know how he got the notion, but he
himself proposed correspondence
courses to me. Also he let nie have
books and leisure, getting in a stout
nurse so I might have more time. Al-
most Ills last words before the stroke
were 'Make yourself a lady so you'll
do credit to the money.' I did ray
best am doing it still.
"After I was free there was a pe-
riod of travel In course of it I met
Dan You know what he is—how
high-strung, how almost finicky—yet
In a week he was begging me to
marry him 1 would have done it
gladly onlj for one thing—I loved
liini Just as crazlly, just as unreason-
ably as he loved me. I couldn't take
the chance of making him ashamed
of me—that is to say, of making him
hate me. So I've come hero among
his own sort to try myself out Tell
me—what chancy ha\ o I of winning?"
"No chance about It—It's a dead
moral certainty!" Olney declared
brusquely, getting up and shaking
both her hands. Over his shoulder
he added: "I'm going to call up Dan.
llo ready to see us around twelve to-
morrow He's always said 1 should
be his best man."
(Copyright, 1915, by the McClure Newspa-
per SyndKuta.)
They're Here!
Those SELBY SHOES for the Lady who appreciates a Shoe that fits.
All the new ones at from $2.50 to $3.50. Lest you forget, they are
"SELBY'S." New Fall (ioods coming in every day. SILKS and
WOOLENS—-A good assortment at reasonable prices.
For the Men
Did you see the B. and M. display at the State Fair? Well, take it
from us that was nifty, but you don't have to have a perfect figure to
get a perfect (it if you use "Royal Tailoring." We have ali the styles
and patterns at $15 to $35. The new Tu-tone Hat is here at $2.50.
Men's Cloth-top Shoes and al! the others, too. Another motto of
ours is:
"All the New Ones All the Time"
Bass Mercantile Co.
Obituary
Miss Elenor Grace Hannum
was born in Yukon July 5th,
1897, and died in Little Rock,
Ark. September 26th, 1915, aged
18 years, 2 months and 21 days.
She united with the Methodist
church in Kitleen, Tex. and was
baptised on her 12th birthday.
She lived a devoted Christian
life and was a constant worker
in the league. She was a grad-
uate of the Kitleen high school,
also of Little Rock business col-
lege. She leaves a father and
mother and four sisters and five
brothers.
A. H. T- A's Take Notice
All members go delinquent
after October 1st. We want to
make a big showing at our next
State meeting which is not far
off. Please don't neglect this
as it comes but once a year.
SI.35 pays the bill. Leave at
First National Bank or see me.
H. P. Julian, Sec'y.
♦
When Baby Has the Croup
When a mother is awakened from
Bound sleep to find her child who has
gone to bed apparently in the best of
health struggling for breath, she is
naturally alarmed. Yet if ehe can
keep her presence of mind and give
Chamberlain's Cough Remedy every
ten minutes until vomiting is produced,
quick relief will follow and the child
will drop to sleep to awaken in the
morning as well as ever. This remedy
has been in use for many years with
uniform sucess. Obtainable every-
where.
•
Oracle
Dear Oracle—I have got an
old cow and she holds up her
milk. She ought to give two'
gallons a day, but 1 wear my I
wrists out trying to get some
milk into the bucket. Is there
any way I can persuade the old
cow to let her milk down?
THIRSTY.
Maybe the old cow is dry, '
Thirsty. If this is the case you
are wasting your efforts, for the
old cow can't let anything down
when she hasn't got it. Oracle
has had a good deal of experience
with cows, however, and it is
her opinion that the old cow is
trying to act fresh with you. If
you think this is the case, obey
your first impulse, and wrap the
milk stool about her face. Every
time you lay the stool against
her she will let down a little
milk, and if you use it long
enough you will soon pound the
two gallons out.
Put a mustard plater under-
neath the old cow. This will
draw the milk out in spite of
anything the old cow can do. If
she manages to overcome the
plaster hang a couple of sacks
full of rocks across her back-
This will give her so much to
hold up that she will forget
about the milk, and you can get
busy with your bucket.
Make a noise like a hungry
calf. This will get the old cow
so worked up that she can't let
the milk down fast enough- If
the old cow doesn't fall for this,
you must get her mind diverted.
Try walking up and down in
front of her on your hands. The
old cow will soon begin to get
puzzled, and will become inter-
ested, for she pobably never saw
anything like this before. This
is the time for you to step up
and get your two gallons of milk,
before the old cow has quit
thinking about what she has
seen
Get a vacuum cleaner and use
this on the old cow. The cow
will be dry so quick this way
that she will think she is para-
lyzed. Raise her up with your
foot, and maybe you can raise her
away from her milk. If you
can't raise her this way, rub a
garden rake up and down her
back. This will tickle her, and
she will forget herself and lose
grip on the two gallons. If your
bucket still remains dry, take the
old cow down to the butcher, and
buy a can of milk at the grocery
store on the way back,—
ORACLE.
Some Things We Do:
Loan money to responsible parties on approved security
at reasonable rates of interest.
Loan money on real estate at lowest rates of interest
without unnecessary delay.
Insure your property in good old line companies, which
have stood the test.
In addition to the above we make a specialty of draw-
ingjdeeds, farm leases, escro contracts and in fact do
every thing that a well equipped bank is expected to do.
If you have any business that comes within our lines we
shall be glad to handle it for you. A successful record of
a quarter of a century ought to mean something to any
one that has business to transact. If you have an account
with us we appreciate it, if you have not we extend you a
cordial invitation to open one.
-D. B. PHILLIPS, Cashier.
The First National Bank
YUKON, OKLAHOMA
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